The grandest truth in inspiration was penned by the apostle Paul, “But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us” (Rom. 5:8). Before He suffered one of the most horrible deaths known to man, Jesus was ridiculed, mocked, spat upon, and beaten; yet He endured all of it for the joy of redeeming man from the penalty of sin (Heb. 12:2). Such deep love is incomprehensible to finite man. Frederick Lehman tried to capture its depth in a song he wrote entitled, “The Love of God.” Verse three was written by someone else and was penciled on the wall of a narrow room in an insane asylum by a man said to be demented. The profound lines were discovered when they laid him in his coffin.
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.